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yep 😜🥸

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Yep.

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YESSS! GOT THE EXACT RESULTS AS I WANTED!

AND THE PLEADING ACTUALLY WORKS GUYS!

lolz, anyways

(I won’t tag ppl since I want sm viewers who view my post to do it on their own, for free will 👍🏻.)

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erm, real! (ig)

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A Haikyuu Couple Story Pt. 3

(Ft. Suga x Daichi)

_____________________________________________________🥀🤞 “Winner Takes All” —a Haikyuu fan story featuring Sugawara and Daichi

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, the kind that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Rain gently tapped against the windows of Sugawara’s house, a soft rhythm that complemented the laughter echoing in his living room. A beige sweater draped over his lean frame, Sugawara Koshi was curled up on the floor with a notepad in front of him, legs folded beneath him and a pencil twirling between his fingers.

Across from him, Daichi Sawamura sat cross-legged, his brow furrowed in concentration as he drew an “X” in one of the squares.

“Tic-tac-toe is a children’s game,” Suga teased, smirking.

“You’re just saying that because I’m winning,” Daichi replied with that familiar, warm grin that always made Suga’s heart flutter a little more than he liked to admit.

“Winning one game doesn’t make you the grandmaster of tic-tac-toe,” Suga shot back, reaching forward to draw his “O.” But Daichi leaned in, a victorious gleam in his eye.

“Three Xs in a row.” He tapped the page triumphantly.

Suga stared at the paper in disbelief, then groaned, flopping dramatically onto the floor. “You tricked me! You distracted me with your stupid face.”

“My stupid face?” Daichi laughed, moving to crouch beside him. “You agreed to the stakes, remember? Winner gets to punish the loser with whatever challenge they choose.”

“I thought you’d pick something gentle! Like… taking out the trash!”

“Nope,” Daichi said with a playful grin. “Twenty burpees. You’ve got two minutes.”

Suga sat up, scandalized. “Daichi! In a sweater?”

“You wore that knowing we were gonna chill. That’s on you.” Daichi stood and offered his hand.

Grumbling, Suga got to his feet and took his position in the middle of the living room. The sweater clung to him almost immediately after the first few burpees, and within a minute he was already flushed and panting. “This is criminal,” he gasped through clenched teeth, sweat beginning to bead on his temples. “I should report you to the volleyball club council.”

“That’s not a thing,” Daichi chuckled, watching with his arms crossed.

When the timer on Daichi’s phone finally beeped, Suga collapsed onto the floor, dramatically sprawled like he’d just run a marathon.

Daichi stepped over and crouched beside him. “Aw, don’t pout,” he said softly, gently tugging at the hem of Suga’s sweater.

Suga narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re not even sorry.”

“I’m a little sorry,” Daichi grinned—and then wrapped his arms tightly around Suga’s torso in a sudden bear hug. Suga yelped.

“No! Daichi—” He shrieked as Daichi’s fingers found his sides, tickling mercilessly.

Suga’s laughter came out in wild bursts as he tried to squirm away.

“Stop! You big brute!”

“Nope. This is part of the punishment,” Daichi said smugly, only tightening the hug and continuing to tickle him until Suga was breathless and tears of laughter gathered in the corners of his eyes.

“HEHEHEHAHAHAH! DAICHI I’M SERIOHOHOHOHOUS! I CAHAHANT BREATHEEEE!”

“Ain’t my problem.” Daichi replied with a swifter tone than usual-his fingertips prodding deeper within his bare skin.

“D-DAICHHIHIHIHIHIHI! YOU SHOUOUOUOLD DIE-CHIHIHIHIHIHI!”

Daichi sighed playfully deeply-his fingertips continued to search that yummy spot. “Cut if off with these puns, Suga. It ain’t funny even for me.”

Suga— laid sprawled on the floor, got pinned helpless by the taller guy, and hysterically laughed—he had no words to say no more.

Until..

“BAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOT THERE, NOT THE STOMAHAHAHAHAHACH! BWAHAHAHAHA!” Suga legs automatically arched upwards and began to kick, it was like he was fighting air or swimming with a bunch of atoms… upside down.

Of course the taller guy didn’t care once single bit, but the cutest thing that he could ever do—was to wipe the tears and the soaking sweat off his senpai’s face. Daichi blushed at this, and so did Suga.

But the grey-haired setter didn’t fall for this kind of act, typical Suga (he’s just too tired to fight back, is all.)

“Gehahah, Y-Youhohohour just playing mehehehe!” Suga cackled—shoving his boyfriend’s hand, away from his reach.

Daichi frowned playfully and trapped him with his own body, so it concludes that”Suga has no escape”. “Don’t you dare think I’m playing you now Koshi. I just want to care for you, you know? Plus, you lost, so that’s really just part of the game.”

After this saying, he laid completely on top of Suga—his lips now touching the Suga’s skin (aka. His neck), and started to inhale.

“Dohohon’t you dare.!” Suga warned, his voice cracking a bit since the previous tickles left him a giggle at the end.

“Try me.” And with that, he exhaled—now blowing raspberries that vibrated (with a ticklish sensation) along with the stomach tickles that Daichi continued after the sensation while smirking.

“D-DAICHIHIHIHIHI!”

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Finally, Daichi relented, letting Suga breathe, and flopped down beside him. They lay in silence for a moment, the only sounds the soft pattering of rain and Suga’s still-winded breathing.

“I’m gonna win next time,” Suga said between gasps, his lips forming a pout.

“I’ll go easy on you,” Daichi teased.

“No,” Suga sat up, brushing hair out of his face, cheeks flushed and glistening with sweat. “Don’t. I’m going to destroy you.”

“Oh?” Daichi raised an eyebrow. “Well let’s see.”

(Fast-Forward 👉🏻 “Suga won.”)^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^§§§§

“MWUAHAHAHA! NOW IT’S MY TURN! 4 MINUTES!” Suga was now the one on top of the captain—his finger were like feather, fiddling lightly through Daichi’s underarms while he laughed his heart out.

“SUGAHAHAHA! YOU CHEAT! WHY 2 MINUTES MORE THAHAHAN BEFORE?! PFFT! HAHAHAH!”

Suga lightly grinned. “Well if you weren’t too easy on me, then I wouldn’t have to do that, would I? Aaaaand you should promise. Promise that you won’t do that ever again-“

“I PROHOHOHOHOHOMISE”

“Oh reaaaaaaaaaaaallly?” Suga teased, now heading towards his naval by wiggling his fingers downwards just to break him completely.

“YEHEHEHES I PROHOHOMISE! JUST CUT IT OUHOHOHOUT!” Daichi broke down, his face turned as the same shade as a tomato and his hair was a total mess!

When the timer ran out, Suga collapsed on top of him, both of them gasping and grinning like fools.

“I hate you,” Daichi murmured, smiling into Suga’s hair.

“No, you don’t,” Suga whispered, snuggling into his chest. “You love me.”

“…Yeah. I do.”

Suga tilted his head up and kissed him, gentle and warm, fingers resting on Daichi’s cheek. The kiss was soft, full of teasing affection and slow-burning love. When they finally pulled away, Daichi wrapped his arms around him in a warm embrace.

Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside Sugawara’s house, laughter still echoed softly, woven between quiet kisses and the comfort of simply being together.

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Extra BONUS:

(Ft. DaiSuga) GIF Count > 3

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Thank you for the tag: iwachansfavoritealien/

1 : Eva - Vintage (2009)

2: Memories - Maroon 5 (2019)

3: State of My Head - Shinedown (2015)

4: I Like me Better - Lauv (2018)

5: Wiege - Vivinos (2025)

6: Heather - Conan Gray (2020)

7: Candy Store - Heathers Musical Lyrics (2014)

8: Alter Ego - Misumi [fm PJSK]

9: You can be King again -  Lauren Aquilina (2022)

10: Hall of Fame - The Script (2012)

Now tagging : philanthabi , yoichi , xxxfriend , hana-a-chattic , moonxtheeclipsewing , october-depression , chaoticplatypus , somebodygetmesomecoffee , thequietbookworm , & klestic-is-good

Music Shuffle Tag Game

Rules: put your on repeat playlist on shuffle and share the first 10 songs, then tag 10 ppl.

thanks for the tag @volturiwolf

Takavoltti - Käärijä

Bananas - Käärijä

Kaistaa - Bess, Käärijä

Bye Boy - Bambie Thug

Sex = Money - Käärijä

Gravity - Lacuna Coil

Fanático - Lali

The In-Between - In This Moment

I Wish You Were Dead - Lacuna Coil

Smut - Jutes

technically this is my top 10 because deezer doesn't have an on repeat playlist 😔

no pressure tag @nembzz @i-wanna-cry @carpblu @anxious-witch @leparasite 💖💖

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Quality Time

(A ShouMika Story🌸 ~)

FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR A LONG TIME, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY! (PS, it took me such a long time since I wasn’t online pretty often and I needed profound words “I think I can call it that?”) Anyways, Read along!

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|Start Date: March 24, 2025|

|Publish Date: May 16, 2025|

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October 5, 2010 👈🏻 (This is the story’s date btw)

It was now midnight. It’s beautiful patterns of the sky illuminates through the night.. along with green and blue’s vibrant colors as it’s mixture, now making it less frightening. The aura, striking Daishou’s eyes, from above within him as he stares into the abyss of the night sky. His vision wasn’t that damp, it wasn’t much of a distraction either.. but for him, it was just right. As his stare deepened through a course of his peripheral vision, only can he recognize it’s beauty from above, and above remained more spectacular things that even he can’t resist. As his staring, suddenly got replaced with a loud yelp.. escaping through his lips—Daishou shifted his attention to the door, as there appeared the sound that made him startled…  As his canal tried it’s best to reach and search for an answer, a familiar tapping sound occurred, and he immediately recognized the sound itself. Footsteps, and it’s volume increased—getting louder whence the previous step receded. 

The air was crisp, and Daishou’s eyes flickered momentarily toward the door. The tapping grew louder, a steady rhythm, like the heartbeat of the night itself. As his focus shifted, the first silhouette emerged, cutting through the night’s calm with an unmistakable energy. Mika-chan.

Her presence was like a whisper of warmth in the cool midnight air. She stepped inside, her expression soft, eyes gentle, yet brimming with curiosity. Without missing a beat, she walked over, her movements almost fluid, and as Daishou’s gaze met hers, she smiled, that mischievous glint in her eyes always managed to put him at ease—at least, in that moment.

And before he could say anything, her lips brushed against his cheek, a light kiss, playful, yet full of affection. His heart skipped, his cheeks flushing bright red as he quickly looked away, feeling the heat spread across his face.

“Mika-chan!” he stammered, unable to suppress his surprised laughter.

She tilted her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she reached up, brushing a lock of his dark hair away from his eyes. “What? I missed you,” she teased, sitting down next to him on the window seat, where he’d been lost in the vast expanse of the sky just moments ago. Her playful tone was like a balm, easing the tension that had been creeping up on him all evening.

Daishou, still caught in the remnants of his embarrassment, managed to look at her after a few seconds. “What are you doing here so late?”

Mika chuckled softly, settling in beside him. Her fingers idly traced the edge of his hoodie. “I figured you could use some company. You’ve been distant lately. You know, volleyball practice hasn’t been the same without you.”

He sighed, letting his shoulders drop slightly. “Yeah… I know,” he murmured, his voice low. The mention of volleyball made his chest tighten, reminding him of the crushing defeat they had suffered at the hands of Nekoma. The loss hadn’t just been about the game—it had hit harder because of Kuroo Tetsuro, the captain of Nekoma. They had a… history, a rivalry that had only intensified over the years.

Mika noticed the change in his mood immediately. She scooted closer, her warmth making the night air seem less biting. “You’re thinking about the match, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice soft and understanding.

Daishou nodded slowly, his gaze drifting to the floor. “It was humiliating. We lost… to Kuroo’s team. It’s not just the loss—it’s him. He’s always been one step ahead. Every time.”

She sighed, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm, a small but comforting gesture. “Daishou, you can’t let him get into your head. You’re a great captain. You led Nohebi to where they are, and you fought hard—don’t forget that.”

Daishou’s lips tightened, and he turned his eyes toward her, shaking his head slightly. “It’s not enough. It never feels like it’s enough.” He paused for a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think I can keep going.”

Mika’s heart sank at his words. She could feel the weight of his frustration, the crushing pressure of being the captain of a team that had so much potential but still couldn’t seem to overcome their rivals. But what hit her harder was the sense of defeat in his eyes.

“No,” she said firmly, her hand gently cupping his face, turning him toward her. “You can’t give up. I know you, Daishou. You’re not someone who backs down from a challenge.”

He stared at her, a flicker of doubt still clouding his expression. “But I’m tired, Mika. I’m so tired of fighting and not being enough.”

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re not ‘not enough.’ You’re more than enough. But you have to remember why you started in the first place.”

Her words settled over him like a comforting weight, pulling him back from the dark edge of his thoughts. Still, the sadness lingered in his eyes, the weight of the loss heavy on his shoulders. His lips parted, but before he could say anything, Mika’s hands shifted from his face to his sides.

Without warning, her fingers began to dance along his ribs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“W-Wait!” Daishou yelped, his body jerking slightly as the unexpected tickling sensation sent a wave of laughter through him. “M-Mika, stop—hahaha!”

Mika was relentless, her fingers expertly finding every sensitive spot as Daishou’s laughter grew louder and more hysterical. He tried to push her hands away, but the laughter only intensified as his body wriggled beneath her playful assault. The tears welled in his eyes as he gasped for breath between his uncontrollable giggles.

“P-Please!” he begged between fits of laughter. “Mika, I can’t—hahaha—breathe!”

She giggled along with him, clearly enjoying the rare moment of lightness. “You’re so cute when you laugh like that,” she teased, keeping up her ticklish assault. “Just admit it—you needed this.”

He was a mess, his face flushed, his body shaking with laughter as the tickling continued for what felt like an eternity. But amidst the chaos, he realized that Mika wasn’t just trying to make him laugh—she was trying to pull him out of his slump, to remind him of the joy that still existed in life, even in the aftermath of a defeat.

“P-PLEAHEHEHEHEHESE! GEHAHAHAHAH!” He totally lost it as he tumbled, twisted, and turned with all his might, not wanting to admit his so-called cuteness. “I WOHOHOHOHONT ADMIT!”

Mika sighed but her finger quickly dashed and danced around his stomach, giggling mischievously. “Aww, won’t admit? Then let’s continue this playful charade of ours, shall we?”

“YOUHOHOHOHOUR MEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAN!”

Finally, after what felt like twelve minutes of pure hysteria, Mika relented, her fingers stopping, leaving Daishou gasping for air, a mix of exhaustion and relief flooding his chest. His cheeks were still flushed, and he looked at her, his eyes still sparkling from the laughter.

“You’re terrible, Mika-chan. Terrible I say,” he said between breaths, his voice full of affection despite the teasing tone.

Mika smiled, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. “I know. But you needed it.”

He smiled back, the heaviness in his heart starting to lift, and for a moment, the pressure that had been weighing on him seemed a little less daunting. Maybe he didn’t have all the answers. Maybe he didn’t have to be perfect. But with Mika by his side, maybe he could keep fighting—at least for one more day.

“Thanks, Mika,” he said softly, his voice sincere. “I needed that more than you know.”

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’m always here for you, Daishou. Don’t ever forget that.”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I won’t.”

And in that quiet moment, they both knew—whatever came next, they’d face it together. Even as the night grew colder, their warmth lingered, wrapped in the unspoken bond that held them both in that small space between the ticking of the clock and the infinite stretch of the sky outside.

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happy Easter dear mutual!! 🪺🪺

OMG SORRY, LATE REPLY! BELATED HAPPY EASTER TO YOU TOO, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE MOLECULE!

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A Haikyuu Couple Story (PT. 2)

This story contains a couple (straight), Maneshi Azumane (Neshi/Nesh-Nesh - 22, Female, Asahi’s Older Sister) & Taneku Tsukarou (Maneshi’s Boyfriend, 22, Male, is 2 months older). It contains bonding, kissing, teasing & tickling - so please.. Enjoy!

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Locked In, Let Loose

The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains of Taneku’s room, painting golden strokes across the wooden floor. The air was quiet, save for the occasional hum of cicadas from the open window and the soft shuffle of sheets on the bed.

Maneshi Azumane lay sprawled beside Taneku Tsukarou, her dark brown hair fanned across the pillow, her gaze playful. Her fingers danced teasingly along the bare skin of his side, just below his ribs. Taneku had taken off his jacket a few minutes earlier—correction, Maneshi had taken it off him, unzipping it with a mischievous grin and tossing it aside like a leaf caught in wind.

Taneku squirmed, his lean torso twitching as her fingers roamed deliberately.

“G-GEHAHAHAHA!” he exploded, his laughter shaking the bed. “STAHAHAHAHAP! NESH-NESH! I PLEAD! I PLEAHEHEHEHEHEAD!”

Maneshi only smirked, her amber eyes twinkling. “What? This?” she asked innocently as her fingers stroked just beneath his ribs again.

“HAHAHA! Y-YOUR LOVING THIS TOO MUHUHHUHUHUCH HUN!” he wheezed, trying to twist away from her grip, his laughter helpless and wild.

“I absolutely am,” Maneshi admitted with a grin, not missing a beat as she attacked his sides for another solid two minutes.

Taneku’s eyes watered from the relentless tickling, and he could hardly breathe between fits of laughter, collapsing back with a final breathless chuckle as she finally gave him mercy.

“Alright,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You’re a monster.”

“Monster of love, maybe,” she purred with mock vanity.

Before she could bask too long in her victory, Taneku’s eyes narrowed with mischief. “My turn.”

He suddenly lunged, catching her off guard and pinning her arms above her head with one hand, his body hovering over hers. Maneshi’s laughter immediately started as his free hand found her ribs.

“N-Nohohoho! Tanekuhuhu—sta-ha-ha-ha-ha!” she giggled, her voice higher pitched now, her legs kicking as she tried to wriggle away. “N-No fair!”

“Four minutes. No mercy,” he declared triumphantly.

He tickled her relentlessly, his fingers working over every vulnerable spot—her sides, her ribs, even the dip under her chin. Maneshi laughed until her cheeks turned red, her hair a mess, her breath short but joyous.

Eventually, he stopped, both of them lying breathless on the bed. Maneshi looked up at him, still catching her breath. “Okay… okay. Truce?”

“Truce,” Taneku agreed with a playful wink, before leaning down and kissing her forehead, then her lips. It was slow, soft, and sweet—a moment that lingered between them, warm and gentle.

For a moment it was perfect..

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“Uhhh, Tachaan?”

Taneku paused (his lips were now untouched) — now gazing at his two older siblings as he turned around. Narisa (26 years) whose black hair was as fabulous as ever and Nate (27 years) who pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yes, He forgot to lock the door.

“BRO THIS IS WHY I KNOCK, NARISA-NÉE, NATE-NII!”

“Yeah, We know” Narisa giggled — gazing at his undeniably, gorgeous fit, then Neshi-chan under his grasp. “It’s just that you need to be cautious before doing that risky move.”

Both Nate and Narisa looked at each other, then back to them.. smirking.

“N-No, DONT THINK OF IT LIKE THAT! WE’RE NOT YET MARRIED OKAY?!” Taneku screamed - huffed, placing his arms to Neshi’s thighs?

“Uhuh.. A honeymoon strat right there.” Nate chuckled.

“NII-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

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THE END

(Ft. Asahi’s GIF)

[Spoiler!: He’s apologizing bc Taneku told him that Maneshi is ticklish (lol). I think Neshi-san didn’t want to hear that]

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A Honkai Star-Rail Sibling Story (ft. Stelle & Caelus)

*Preview: Caelus had a nightmare-of his sister dying whilst trying to save him right in front of his eyes as he wakes up in horror. Was it actually a vision? We read below to figure out..*

Title: Dream of Ash and Starlight

The Astral Express hummed quietly in the background, sailing smoothly through the starry sea. It was a rare night — or what passed for night in the endless expanse of space — when the crew found some peace, each nestled into their own corner of the train. The lights were dimmed, and the soft glimmer of distant galaxies sparkled through the windows like lullabies from the cosmos.

Caelus tossed in his bunk.

A cold sweat clung to his brow, his breath shallow and erratic. The dream — no, the nightmare — played over and over behind his eyelids. He saw it again, clear as day.

Stelle — his twin sister, his anchor, his light in this crazy cosmic journey — stood in front of him. Her hands were outstretched, shielding him from some shadowy force, some monstrous enemy whose face he couldn’t see. Her voice screamed something — he couldn’t make it out. And then—

Gone.

A flash of light. A fall. A stillness he never wanted to see again.

"NO!"

Caelus jolted awake, gasping. His hands trembled as he clutched at the sheets, his heart pounding against his ribs like it wanted to escape. For a moment, he didn’t recognize where he was. The quiet bunk room. The twinkling lights outside. The faint, familiar scent of engine oil and peppermint that lingered from March 7th’s questionable scented candles.

Then, the door slid open with a soft whoosh.

“Caelus?” came a voice, slightly raspy with sleep and a sprinkle of concern. “You okay? You sounded like you were fighting a dozen Voidrangers in your dreams.”

Stelle stood in the doorway, hair slightly messy, an eyebrow raised. She was still in her oversized black hoodie — the one that said “Trailblaze or Nap” in bold red letters — and her socks didn’t match. One had Pom-Pom’s face; the other, a grumpy Himeko doodle March had drawn with a fabric pen.

“I…” Caelus blinked rapidly, trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks without her noticing. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… stupid dream.”

“Uh-huh,” Stelle said, stepping in and closing the door behind her. “The kind that makes you yell loud enough for Welt to drop his coffee cup?”

Caelus groaned and turned away, burying his face into the pillow. “Please don’t tell him. I don’t want a dream analysis session again. He made me look at ink blots for twenty minutes last time.”

Stelle plopped down onto the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping with her weight. “Fine, I won’t rat you out. But only if you tell me what happened.”

“It was…” His voice cracked. He turned his head just enough for her to see his eyes — still glassy, still scared. “You died, Stelle. Right in front of me.”

Her teasing expression melted instantly.

“Oh.”

Caelus continued, voice barely above a whisper. “You were protecting me. You… you smiled at me, and then you were just… gone. Like dust. I couldn’t even move. I just watched.”

There was a long pause.

Then Stelle reached over and flicked his forehead. Not hard — just enough to make him blink in surprise.

“OW—hey!?”

“I’m alive, dummy,” she said with a half-smile. “See? Breathing. Talking. Still extremely stylish.” She struck a lazy, ridiculous pose. “Death-defying twin sister in the flesh.”

Caelus couldn’t help but chuckle weakly.

“And come on,” she added, grinning now. “You think I’d let some nightmare version of me just die dramatically without at least a pun? You know me.”

Caelus sniffled and smiled faintly. “Okay, what would your last words have been?”

Stelle raised a finger in the air dramatically. “Something like… 'Looks like I’m taking the express route to the afterlife!'” She rolled onto her back and mimed dying in slow motion, complete with exaggerated sound effects.

Caelus laughed again, a little louder this time.

Stelle grinned. “See? That’s better.”

He sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes. “Thanks, Stelle. That dream felt so real.”

“Well, real or not, I’m still here. Annoyingly alive. And very prepared to annoy you back to normal.”

“Oh no,” Caelus mumbled, eyes wide with mock horror. “You’re going to tickle me, aren’t you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “What gave it away?”

Caelus scrambled backward on the bed. “Wait, wait—no! Stell—!”

But it was too late.

Stelle pounced with the precision of a cat and the glee of a chaos gremlin. Her fingers found his sides, expertly wiggling and poking.

“ST-STOP! AH—YOU’RE EVIL—HAHAHA—YOU—YOU TRAITOR!”

“Traitor? I prefer hero, thank you very much. Saving my poor, emotionally damaged twin from the forces of Nightmare Doom!” She struck another ridiculous pose while still somehow tickling him.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN—HAHAHA—A REAL TITLE—!”

“Oh, it is now. I'm trademarking it. Trailblazer by day, emotional support menace by night.”

Eventually, the giggles and squirming subsided. Caelus was lying half on top of his blanket, breathless, hair a mess, and face flushed from laughter and tears. But the heaviness in his chest? Gone.

Stelle sat beside him, leaning back on her hands. “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, smiling at the ceiling. “A lot better.”

They sat in silence for a while, the kind that only close siblings could share without it feeling awkward. The Astral Express continued its journey, the soft hum like a lullaby in the background.

Eventually, Caelus yawned, eyes fluttering shut. Without a word, he shifted, letting his head rest gently on Stelle’s lap. She blinked down at him, surprised — but then a fond smile crept onto her face.

“I’m too comfy now,” Caelus mumbled. “You’re not allowed to move.”

“Guess I’m stuck here,” she murmured, gently brushing a hand through his hair.

He was already half-asleep when he muttered, “You’re the best, sis…”

Stelle chuckled, her voice soft. “Of course I am. I’m older, after all.”

“You’re older by like two minutes…”

“And yet, so much wiser,” she whispered, watching his breathing slow.

He didn’t respond — just smiled faintly in his sleep, finally at peace.

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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome >:p 💌

okay! I’ll send it to you 🫶🏼

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the bird: you

Scara: me

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Haikyuu TikTok Compilation Part 1

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”Them on a sleepover when Noya’s mom says that She’s Coming”

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”When I reviewed for a quiz but Ms/Mr postponed it to another day”

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GUYS I BEG OF YOU. TEACH ME HOW TO DRAW 😭 🙏🏻

idk how to describe this fan art (drawn by my cousin), but I think it’s.. femboy kenma??

[weombyee]

idk how to describe this fan art (drawn by my cousin), but I think it’s.. femboy kenma??

[weombyee]

I FREAKING SHIP THEM OMFG, SO CUTSEEEEE

these nerds 🍓🦖